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With Time is Glass, Six Organs of Admittance
is captured once again in the intricate tangle of
the fretboards, soaring in open skies above. Like
lens flare cutting through the speakers; spiderwebs cracking the windshield that holds back
all the onrushing reality. Blowing the dust away,
cutting a new path for cognition. As is always
endeavored....
After 20 years of living on the road in different
places, Six Organs of Admittance had returned
home to Humboldt County - a far country, to
some, but still part of the world through which
creatures of all kinds are moving through and contributing to. And some of them are human. Alone
together-forming connection and exchange out
of thought and expression-no different from the
people on the other side of the Redwood Curtain. It was there, where Six Organs had long
ago emerged, in the name of everything cycling,
of circles that spiral concentrically and remain
unbroken, the new music was conceived.
In moments, it was as if the future had somehow wrapped around 360 degrees; elsewhere,
the systems and patterns inside the writing and
recording only became evident later-like a recognition that cumulus and nimbus clouds which
passed through the sky the day before contained
familiar shapes. Informing the songs accordingly
as he went, Ben picked up on modes both musical and lyrical, threading backward through the
time of Six Organs of Admittance. Almost marinating in it as a way of life. Working on the music
and the vocals, then spending some time with
them while stepping away from them. Walking the
dog and coming back to them. Time is Glass is
made of that kind of time. Alone time.
Recorded in the visceral environs of home,
Time is Glass is sharply focused, even as misty
impressionist mountains float through the background. Sweet and spiny, "The Mission" sings its
purpose, before turning abruptly to the orchestral rumble of "Hephaestus": rural industrial psychedelia, ecosystem goth, synths arcing to lift a
helplessly earthbound community into the firmament above. Winding almost imperceptibly back
into song with "Slip Away", the time of the record
becomes clear, moves fluidly, relaxed but aware,
from event to event. People and things coming
around again. The intuit, passing through wormholes and time, sounding deep then dissolving
into the universal. The acoustic sounds ringing,
layered suddenly, then clear again. Explosions
of a new kind of distortion. Ecstatic melodies.
Communing. The space of a day. The space of
a season. Time is Glass, and Six Organs of
Admittance is here and will be here, again.